"Murder on Blood Highway"
by
Elizabeth Horton-Newton
For over 50 years young indigenous girls and women were warned to be careful on the highway. In spite of the warnings many went missing, others were found tortured and murdered. Recently the bodies are piling up more quickly. Chief Constable Atticus Finch Asher is desperate to stop the killings. Is he looking for a killer in his 60's? Or is there more than one madman loose in the frozen forests of the North? Roxie Wayne and her photographer Flynn Ross are doing a travel magazine article on Northern Adventures. Suddenly they are caught up in the web of death. Will Roxie become a victim of the Highway Killer or will the couple solve the decades old crimes?
“What are you doing?” her speech was slurred and she had trouble keeping her head up.
He didn’t answer; he stood staring at her. Almost as if on cue, the clouds parted, and a full moon shone down on her making the snowflakes in her black hair look like glistening crystals. His eyes raked over her body, and he felt himself begin to be aroused. Her dark nipples were hard from the cold, and her body trembled slightly causing the tree limbs to dance.
The cold served another purpose as she became more conscious of where she was and what was happening. She repeated her question. “What are you doing?”
He turned without answering and walked back to the truck leaving large barefoot prints in the rapidly deepening snow.
“Hey!” Maribel shouted. “Let me loose you fuck.” As he returned, she was relieved to see a large hunting knife in his hand. “You asshole.” Her teeth were chattering now and she felt as though her bladder would burst. He stopped a few feet in front of her. Something about the way he stood made her nervous. She was aware of his arousal. “If you want to have sex, let’s get in the truck.” Her voice shook.
A smile touched the corners of his mouth. He began to slowly stroke himself. Maribel struggled against her bonds, desperate to free herself from the ropes. All she succeeded in doing was tearing at her flesh; the pain made more intense by the cold.
He moved closer until he was directly in front of her, his breath mingling with hers to make frosty balloons in the dark.
He didn’t answer; he stood staring at her. Almost as if on cue, the clouds parted, and a full moon shone down on her making the snowflakes in her black hair look like glistening crystals. His eyes raked over her body, and he felt himself begin to be aroused. Her dark nipples were hard from the cold, and her body trembled slightly causing the tree limbs to dance.
The cold served another purpose as she became more conscious of where she was and what was happening. She repeated her question. “What are you doing?”
He turned without answering and walked back to the truck leaving large barefoot prints in the rapidly deepening snow.
“Hey!” Maribel shouted. “Let me loose you fuck.” As he returned, she was relieved to see a large hunting knife in his hand. “You asshole.” Her teeth were chattering now and she felt as though her bladder would burst. He stopped a few feet in front of her. Something about the way he stood made her nervous. She was aware of his arousal. “If you want to have sex, let’s get in the truck.” Her voice shook.
A smile touched the corners of his mouth. He began to slowly stroke himself. Maribel struggled against her bonds, desperate to free herself from the ropes. All she succeeded in doing was tearing at her flesh; the pain made more intense by the cold.
He moved closer until he was directly in front of her, his breath mingling with hers to make frosty balloons in the dark.
Murder on Blood Highway is loosely based on the real life murders of indigenous women on a highway in British Columbia. Two travel journalists stumble onto a series of murders in a small Canadian town. The chief of police is a native who was a bad boy but turned his life around. There are plenty of suspects and some very gruesome serial killer murders as well as an unlikely romance.